wack niggas is touchin' me so... M.(blahaw)O.(blahaw)P.(will rock) what we bring (real rap) What you want (hip hop) here it is (feel that) Roll with me, on this hip hop
price, I blow dice and throw 'em Forty-five by my scrotum, manifest the, "Do or Die" slogan My niggaz roll in ten M3's Twenty Gods poppin' wheelies on Kawasaki's Hip-Hop
"For real, e'rybody's a star, e'rybody shine Follow your heart and not mankind For real, for real, I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine Said everybody shine
some help Help! I need somebody Like McCartney and Lennon, give it a fancy round and all them Because they had the vision That allows us to practice this freaky religion Hey, hip hop
, but I got a bag of tricks Mr. Pusherman, gimme a fix So I can show you I'm immune to them romper room tunes You little hip-hop racoon, I'm not Scarface
thing on out Go ahead baby you got it Big Will raising the roof, raising the roof Show him how to do it Will Observe the high roller Mic controller Number one Hip Hop
' me to eat her? I gotta bitch name Keisha, she a real dick pleaser I gotta bitch name Keisha, she a real dick pleaser I got a bitch named Keisha, she a real
little rappers is text book still try'na bounce past while i hit em with the no look now gimme the loot henacy and juice while spittin with papoose in my fireman suit if hip-hop
Come on, it's, come on, let's do this Real good into a new phase, pumpin' up the airwaves And now you're amazed 'cause it's hip hop that you crave Because
I was hanging in out in L.A. looking for a real cool place to go I struck up a conversation with this dude wearing hip hop clothes He said you talk like
done mc, I'm the I'd rather have fun mc, instead of the carrying a gun mc, all I am is just one mc, I love hip hop like most people love god, you
you open Ready or not I gotta tell you from the top it's on Christ is God, for Him I've got to rock this joint I was born around the same time Hip-Hop
in time to change the way y'all wack rappers rhyme If I don't succeed you will bleed The just punishment of the Apostle's Creed This is hip-hop kid, shit
beef, in the club Murphy suede, human grenade And some handmade, hide the haze Behind the Cartier Rolls tinted E'er word I speak, I'm in it Hip hop,
the clip with a written Can you picture my pistol drilling? A million women and children when I'm illing But it isn't real, it's a rap On the real, it
drum stops Hip hop, even if my shit flip flop An' it probably wouldn't stop, talk shit an' get socked How ya hang 'em? Know a realer, nigga? You could
You can't stop the shine Play a black cloud in my dollar signs And be a victim of a violent crime for real The flows is death defyin' Act real and ya
get violated The hip hop sound is well agitated Won't ever waste no time on the played out ego So here's Busta Rhymes with the scenario Watch as I combine all the juice